Chapter 18 Section 17

Wednesday, July 13 Partly cloudy Early in the morning, I had a dream with him. In the dream, he hugged me from behind, and I slept peacefully like a cactus. He whispered in my ear, "Xiao Xian'er, Xiao Xian'er, get up." While retracting my head into the pillow, I stretched out five fingers, "Five minutes, sleep for another five minutes." He removed the pillow and said softly, "The train can't wait for you for five minutes." I am determined, as if my life would be incomplete without five minutes of sleep.I tugged at the pillow, "Go away! I can't catch this train, I'll take the next one!"

There was an old-fashioned fan hanging on the roof, and the fan swayed slowly, bringing in clumps of shadows. He said, "Xiao Xian'er, then I'll go first." I said in a daze, "You go first, you go first, I will meet you at the station." "With so many people, you may not be able to meet me." "Stop talking to me, okay?" I interrupted impatiently, "If you don't see him, go home." He gently took my hands in his arms and got up and got out of bed. I suddenly felt a chill down my back. He dressed, opened the door, and paused for a few seconds, during which I could feel his gaze resting on my back.

He said, "Little Xian'er, you will regret these five minutes." Hijacked by drowsiness, I was still stubborn, "Go away, I have many, many five minutes in my life." He slammed the door lightly and left. The coolness spread from behind, I suddenly woke up, I wanted to get up immediately, jumped out of bed and opened the door, and told him, wait for me. During such a struggle, I woke up from the dream, just like in the dream, I was the only one left in the room, but slightly different from that dream, in that I was always the only one in the room. Although it was a dream, when I woke up, I still regretted the five minutes of sleepiness.If I can wake up and walk with him, will the dream be longer, and the possibility of me and him will be more, even if it is a dream, I still look forward to it so much.

From college to work, he is often the one who wakes me up. My sleepiness is too heavy, and sometimes I wake up angry, which can incite the anger of man and god.But he took care of it silently, and when I woke up, I was not free from guilt, but I often just said, "When I am sleepy, the moral standard is not awake, so don't mess with me easily." Feelings are actually good feelings, that’s why I’m so entangled in my thoughts and thoughts. If you come and I go and play casually without losing politeness in the beginning, then the breakup must be better than the end of a bad movie, and people don’t want to be nostalgic.

I sighed, jumped out of bed, brushed my teeth, washed my face, changed my clothes, and set off for work. I'm getting closer to an expert level when it comes to killing time.After Zuma cleared the level, I discovered an exciting little game called "World of Sticky", under the very majestic and cool background music, my task is to put a bunch of cheap and nonsensical balls Pile up the chimney, and the chimney sucks them up vigorously, spitting out a black soup. Every time those little black balls are on the verge of collapsing from my pile, I feel that it is about to fall, as if it is my relationship.

It's just such a small game that exudes the temperament of two hundred and five, but there are grief, indignation, apprehension, and ecstasy in it. Every time I clear a level, I feel more relieved.So I often feel that today, what still has the ability to soothe people is no longer an innocent smile or a pill of Prozac, but WII and PSP, only they are willing to listen to your heart, no matter how boring your dreams are, they will help you accomplish. In the afternoon, Wang Xiaojian and I brought the painters to the scene. When we described the "pink and white" that Li Ke wanted with the elder brother from Shandong, the elder brother from Shandong responded to me with a blank face. I explained and explained. Brother Shandong To no avail, I gave up, patted Brother Shandong on the shoulder and said, Brother, there is not much difference between painting and painting. I believe in your artistic sense, and you can use your imagination freely.

After a busy afternoon, Wang Xiaojian and I were so tired that we were more chaotic than shadows. We returned to the company to pack up our things, and when we were about to leave, Wang Xiaojian called me, "Colleagues are going to have a party tonight, will you come?" I just wanted to shake my head and say no according to the usual practice, but after thinking about it carefully, instead of going home and chatting with myself, it is better for me to participate in more real-life combat. This is the first time I have participated in a gathering of colleagues outside of working hours since I joined this company.Not long ago, it is no exaggeration to say that I was the kind of person who wanted to pretend that I didn't know my colleagues as soon as I stepped out of the company.

After graduating from school, I naturally began to be unemployed. I submitted a lot of resumes, but in the end, I was invisible to large companies and small companies. The morning news gave pointers, and after being out of work for half a year, I finally panicked and started to be hungry.Later, my best friend introduced me to this wedding planning company. I was reluctant, but I still lost to reality and have been doing it to this day. Because I entered the company with such a mentality, I have always kept a close distance from my colleagues. In my eyes, each of them has some unknown origins, and there are always some weird quirks that people can't figure out. Of course, In everyone's eyes, I must also be a non-violent and non-cooperative guy with a raging flame on top of my head, but I am actually an empty shell with no content.

Today I bravely took a friendly step, so everyone accepted me regardless of past suspicions.After a few glasses of beer, the scene quickly heated up. I was surprised to find that all my colleagues who were once like passers-by in my eyes also wandered through the rivers and lakes with multiple personalities. The 36C kind-hearted girl at the front desk who always overheated her box lunch, after drinking, she immediately became radiant and coquettish. With the fierce material on her chest, her expression was sometimes sweet and sometimes charming, and the whole table followed her. She swayed.I don't know what happened before, but today Shan Shan Mei targeted Wang Xiaojian who was sitting next to me.Watching her magnificent breasts swaying left and right in front of me, everything I ate was condensed with grief and resentment.

Xiao Ke, who has dyslexia, is here, so you don’t need to look at the recipes, just hand over the recipes to him, and then listen to him report the names of the dishes one by one, and choose the dishes you want to cook.After the atmosphere became active, Xiao Ke unexpectedly became a stutterer, but his stutterer is very technical. For any word starting with D and B, he will definitely get stuck and repeat it two or three times before he can get over it. There is such a strange problem. But he prefers to use the adjective "stupid", so that every time he swears, we seem to hear the echo from the valley.

In my impression, the silly Cantonese guy who just buried his head in the drawer and smoked secretly. After drinking happily, he performed a YOYO ball for everyone. Behind him, he called "Master" one after another, asking him to perform some more loving tricks to stir me up. Against the cheers of the crowd, Guangdong boy slowly exhaled a puff of smoke, then threw the ball in his hand upwards, and instantly drew two beautiful circles in mid-air from left to right. We haven't figured it out yet, YOYO The ball is back in his hands. I asked flatteringly, "Master, what is this trick called?" The master calmly said, "Double or Nothing." Listen, even the name is so Zen-like. The Cantonese boy in the company is usually silent, with dull eyes. From any angle, he looks like a depressed insurance salesman, but he never expected that he is actually a A person in the Jianghu who possesses unique skills, a picture emerged in my mind. After killing people and stealing goods with the YOYO ball in his hand, Cantonese leaned down slightly, and said to the family of the victim with a smile, "I will surrender myself. Please take care of yourself..." When I was playing HI, the phone I placed on the table suddenly rang. I looked down and saw that it was Li Ke. I checked the time. It was almost 11 o'clock. Apart from harassing others regardless of timing, this woman has nothing to do with her. What good is there? Everyone saw that I didn't answer the phone, so they all came over, and the little wild cat CICI said carelessly, "Who is it? Ex-boyfriend?" I smiled wryly and said, "It's my current client. If it's my ex-boyfriend, I can just hang up." The cell phone was still ringing terribly, Wang Xiaojian and I looked at each other, feeling weak all over.Just when I was about to pick it up, CICI jumped out from the side, "Then press mute, what can I think about." She pressed on the screen of my mobile phone, and the whole world immediately became clear. CICI said loudly, "What kind of customer are you? Are you still calling at 11 o'clock?" Wang Xiaojian said, "Our client is a wonderful thing." "Is it good looking?" Xiao Ke asked. "It's so beautiful, it's amazing. Whenever I see her face, I feel pain." "Is it done?" Before the good-natured girl could finish asking, Xiao Ke stammered and began to express her opinion again, "No, no, no, I can't have plastic surgery girls! Dongdongdong, coming home from outside in winter, the house is not warm Why, don't, don't, everyone else has a runny nose, and the facial features of the plastic surgery girl will freeze and melt, and the whole face will flow down!" We ridiculed him together, never had a plastic surgery girl, haven't watched a Korean idol drama, it's really ignorant. The little wild cat CICI then asked, "What's so weird about your client?" "She always reminds me of my sister in menopause." Wang Xiaojian said. "There is also the director of the teaching office of the middle school." I then added. "It's dreamy when you don't talk, but as soon as you open your mouth, you start talking in your sleep." "Others treat the wedding as a press conference, but this girl treats the wedding as the Avenue of Stars." Wang Xiaojian and I talk to each other, the more we talk, the happier we are. Every time we target Li Ke, Wang Xiaojian and I are neither mean nor lifeless. Cantonese looked us up and down, and then said, "The two of you can go to a group to talk about cross talk." Wang Xiaojian laughed, "That's not enough time, but I usually go to Deyun Club after work to find a one-night stand." After listening to our description, Xiao Ke concluded, "In short, he's just an idiot, whoa, whoa!" "It's just that you have a good temper," CICI yelled carelessly, "If I meet someone like this, I'll just pull out the mascara brush and stuff it into her belly button without saying a word." Amidst the laughter, a surreal roar suddenly came out, "Huang Xiaoxian, I'll fuck your mother!" We were startled, and looked around for the source of the sound. I looked at the phone, and then my legs softened, but I pressed the end call button without losing my composure. I raised my head and looked at CICI in despair, "Girl, don't you even know the words "mute" and "hands-free"?" The joyful atmosphere came to an abrupt end, and Wang Xiaojian and I both knew that, according to Li Ke's personality, she would not forget about it in one night's sleep. As soon as I got to work tomorrow, Wang Xiaojian and I would go directly to the elder Wang , and pouted our ass, waiting for him to kick us out of the office one by one. We are always imagining how the disgusting thing will have an ending, but maybe the ending has been prepared, and has been waiting by the side, imagining how to scare us. Although there is a tail of horror, the tone is still muddy, just like the weather, it looks like a storm is coming in the evening, but the posture is enough, God seems to have lost his strength, and the rain has never started.I drank alcohol and was frightened, and now I am sitting alone in the taxi going home. It is too polite to describe my current state as "magnanimous", and it is too desolate to describe it as "empty". Going with the flow will encounter unexpected dangers. I really don’t know how fate will force me to keep a low profile. However, tomorrow’s suffering will be borne tomorrow. I comfort myself: Sometimes even if a person is illiterate, has no special skills and a poor family background, but relying on With the characteristic of "blind optimism", it can also be exchanged for a "happy ending" by mistake. The car radio began to announce the time, twelve o'clock in the morning. It's a new day.